The Breaking and The Blending of Hearts

I broke someone's heart today. And it sucked.

Someone else had her heart warmed, cherished and captured today. For life. Hopefully. And it's wonderful.

It wasn't working out with the guy I've been seeing. He went away for a week and I didn't miss him. At all. I picked him up from the airport today and we were mid-way into "the talk" by the time I pulled into his driveway. He retrieved his suitcase, dried his eyes, and pulled out several gifts from his trip. For Ben and for me. He became increasingly choked up as I admired the pendant necklace he picked out for me. He loved me. He loved the idea of his future with me. He loved my home, my predictability, my religion. I think he was starting to love my son. I feel awful.

My sister's boyfriend of one year proposed to her today. She is elated. The phone rang non-stop this evening as my mom excitedly relayed the news to her friends and family. I am thrilled for my sister. She's waited 36 years for this and has had some dark moments where she questioned God as she watched her friends marry and wondered when her time would come. It did, one year ago, via Match.com, no less.

Congratulations, Alisa and Alec. May you always have hearts full of love and a lifetime of blessings. I am so happy for you both.